After Switching Bodies with the Villainous Demon Lord - Chapter 15

Duan Ze left a part of his divine sense on Xiao Wuchen. The guy looked full of energy, alive and well—not much of a problem.

Leaning against a tree, Duan Ze lowered his eyes to glance at the clothes on him, then touched his face. Yep, he confirmed—he and Xiao Wuchen had swapped bodies again.

His body wasn’t burning anymore, and he was feeling strong all over, but his mood was… a little complicated.

Even though he’d already suspected it, the moment he saw Xie Qingyu get up from the cave entrance with his own eyes, a deep wave of exhaustion and confusion still washed over him.

He honestly couldn’t understand why Xie Qingyu would do this. He took the kid in under his wing, made sure he ate well and dressed well, didn’t let anyone bully him, and focused on nurturing him for over fifty years. No matter what the original owner did all those years ago, ever since Duan Ze transmigrated, he never once hurt the protagonist. Even if there wasn’t any credit, there was at least hard work, right?

And in the end? All that kindness went straight to the dogs.

This generation’s protagonist didn’t even have the basic decency to repay a kindness. Totally unqualified.

Xie Qingyu turned to look at the man standing behind him with a blank face, took a few steps forward, and said, “We’ll fish him out in two days.”

Duan Ze raised a brow. From the sound of it, Xiao Wuchen was probably involved in this plan too. But the relationship between him and that guy was already full of hate. Xiao Wuchen figuring out Xie Qingyu’s scheme and throwing himself into it—yeah, that totally sounded like something he’d do.

The wheel of heaven turns, karma bites back. Now Xiao Wuchen was taking all the hits for him, and Duan Ze thought—serves him right.

Thinking about it that way, Duan Ze actually felt a lot less angry.

As for Xie Qingyu… yeah, he needed a proper “lesson.” Even if Duan Ze could only use thirty percent of the Demon Lord’s power, that was more than enough to deal with the still-growing Xie Qingyu.

Duan Ze pushed off the tree and stood up, face full of confusion. “Fishing him out? What, suddenly remembered to respect your master now?”

“This kind of thing won’t be too hard for him,” Xie Qingyu shook his head, completely dropping the obedient and innocent act he used to put on around Duan Ze. His expression turned cold, his eyes flooded with deep hatred. “I want to slowly torture him.”

The drug he gave Duan Ze couldn’t be neutralized within two days. Once the effects eased up a bit, they’d go pull him out. Duan Ze definitely wouldn’t suspect the ones who saved him were the same ones who threw him in.

As for what kind of mess they’d find when they got there—well, who knew?

Such a shame he didn’t bring a shadow-capturing mirror. No way to let everyone else see the embarrassing side of that man who always looked like a breeze in spring and moonlight in the eyes of others.

While talking, Xie Qingyu turned his head to glance at the deep pit his Shizun had fallen into. But just in that instant, Duan Ze suddenly appeared behind him. Xie Qingyu barely caught a glimpse before his entire cultivation was sealed.

Then Duan Ze brought his index and middle fingers together, aiming to flick Xie Qingyu’s forehead.

At the last second, Xie Qingyu turned and blocked with his arm—BANG!—it looked like a casual flick, but it actually shattered the bone in his forearm.

The boy immediately turned pale from the pain, hunching over and clutching his arm as he backed away. “What are you doing?!”

“Can’t you tell?” Duan Ze shook out his hand, face gloomy and vicious, looking even more like a villain than an actual villain. “Silencing, obviously. What if you rat me out?”

“Silencing?” Xie Qingyu’s expression changed. He tried to activate the spiritual power in his body but found he couldn’t use any of it. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he summoned his sword from his storage ring and charged at Duan Ze, ready to rely solely on physical combat. “Die!”

The sword techniques the boy learned were all leftovers from Duan Ze’s practice. No matter how talented he was, his experience was still limited. Duan Ze spotted the flaws in his technique at a glance, sidestepped nimbly, and started flicking—once left, once right—like he was teasing a cat.

Except every time Xie Qingyu got hit, another bone broke.

Once or twice was manageable, but missing every single strike? Xie Qingyu started realizing that all his moves were being predicted ahead of time.

And this kind of sadistic playstyle—it felt way too much like how his Shizun used to act. But Duan Ze had clearly fallen into his trap.

He started doubting the person in front of him. “Who are you really?!”

This guy could use these sword techniques so skillfully—he had to be from Cangyu Sect. But who in Cangyu Sect would hate Duan Ze?

Duan Ze didn’t answer. He was about to move in again when a blinding flash of lightning suddenly streaked down from the sky, striking right into the pit where Duan Ze’s body had fallen.

The whole area lit up like it was broad daylight.

And then—another bolt followed.

Duan Ze squinted up at the lightning that was way more intense than usual and muttered in his heart, Xiao Wuchen’s character collapse is seriously out of control.

Xie Qingyu took the chance while Duan Ze was dazed, dropped all intentions of fighting, and bolted into the forest. He’d come back for revenge once he got the right tools.

Duan Ze watched the boy run off but didn’t bother chasing. Right now, he was more worried about his own body.

……

The dignified Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, Xiao Wuchen, had never been this humiliated in his life.

Leaning against the cold cave wall, he tried to soak up the chill. His face was flushed red, and every breath he took was burning hot.

He really shot himself in the foot this time.

Blinking hard to focus his fading consciousness, he looked up. The moon above, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, was spinning right over his head. This pit Xie Qingyu picked… it was really deep. Thank goodness Duan Ze’s body was tough enough, or he might’ve died from the fall.

“Ugh…” Xiao Wuchen let out a low groan and clicked his tongue in frustration, raising a hand to rub his forehead. His eyes drifted down to a certain part of his body.

Beyond annoyed.

No wonder he’d thought Duan Ze had been acting weird earlier. Turns out he was poisoned with lust poison, and the guy just kept pretending like nothing was wrong the whole time, which meant Xiao Wuchen was now totally caught off guard by the effects. What kind of weird kink did Duan Ze have?

Xiao Wuchen’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his mind spiraled with all kinds of R-rated drama from cheap novels.

He had already used every bit of power he could muster to suppress the symptoms, but it still wasn’t enough to calm the inferno raging in his body.

Wave after wave of heat crashed into him. Xiao Wuchen raised his hand, fingers trembling slightly. Looking at the pure, jade-like hand that belonged to Duan Ze, he bit down hard and let it fall.

As a Demon Lord, his pride wouldn’t allow him to go there. Besides, he really didn’t want to touch this man’s body… especially that part.

He was gonna go insane. But at least it was Duan Ze’s body taking the damage, not his own.

Trying to ignore the rising urges, Xiao Wuchen repeated over and over in his head.

Don’t touch. Just hold on.

But in the end, he realized—he’d seriously underestimated the power of this poison. Suddenly, his nose felt hot—like something was leaking out.

He raised a sleeve to wipe at it. Nosebleed.

This wasn’t working. Just sitting here like this was useless. Bracing himself on the wall, he forced himself to stand. His legs shook uncontrollably. He had zero control left.

He had to find some kind of antidote.

Right now, Duan Ze was probably in his body, watching his precious little disciple betray him. Duan Ze’s reaction had to be priceless. Too bad he couldn’t see it for himself.

He reached for the rock wall to steady himself. On his finger, Duan Ze’s storage ring glimmered faintly in the dark. From now on, he definitely needed to carry a backup ring—or two. Otherwise, every time something happened, he’d be left without even a basic weapon.

Xiao Wuchen took a step forward. The moment his foot touched the ground, he stumbled hard, all his remaining strength drained. He collapsed back down.

The heat kept building. His limbs were icy, but all his body heat gathered in one place. His head buzzed so loudly it drowned out all thought.

This wasn’t going to work. He had to find a way to boost that thirty percent of his power up to full.

Thirty percent just wasn’t enough.

“…Duan Ze…” the man forced the name out through clenched teeth. After struggling with himself for ages, he finally gave in and reached out again in desperation.

First things first—detox. Satisfying his current needs… hopefully wouldn’t get him struck by lightning.

A moment later—

A bolt of unexpected lightning shot down from the sky.

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Author’s Note:

Xiao Wuchen: “You can’t even do this? That’s just pitiful.”

Duan Ze: “……”